There will be eulogies, tributes and essays galore. Kurt Vonnegut was, after all, a writer. But seeing the dead through the eyes of those who loved them is perhaps the only way to understand how much they will be – each – missed.
In this, author Kurt Vonnegut was blessed. His wife, photographer Jill Kremetz, took a lot of pictures. Authors are horrible subjects; chroniclers of the absurd, like Vonnegut, even more elusive, their imaginations harder to capture, to distill, to make approachable, familiar, friendly.
But Kremetz succeeds. Of course. So today’s HotSpot is the New York Times’ collection of her Vonnegut portraits.